Frozen Heart

Snow in his veins, it chills the air. A frosted stare,

no warmth to spare. Hands like ice, they never hold. The fire's gone.

The story's told. He's a sad, cold person,

no ember to burn. A world of winters, no spring to

return. The sun won't shine, it's a shadow's game.

Sad, cold person. He feels no flame. The

mirror cracks, the frost spreads wide. His breath a ghost where dreams

reside. Words frozen sharp, they cut and sting. No thaw,